I was heading out the other morning when I heard the news report: a fatal accident, with an unidentified male, in the vicinity of my son’s home. I didn’t think much of it, only that I should call my son today, once I was sure he was up. I hadn’t […]
Diets. I’m not a fan. It seems to me that living in a way that you’re always telling yourself “no” or “I can’t” is just no way to live. However, my determination to avoid denying myself, coupled with an ever-slowing metabolism, means that I’ve got (more than) a few pounds […]
I was chatting with a friend at the gym a few years ago, bemoaning the fact that I was going to have to learn how to darn my hand-knitted socks, and she suggested that that may not be a bad thing, since that meant that the recipients of those socks […]
The seventh-grade boy was fourteen and autistic. His mother had put him on the bus as usual one winter morning, but he didn’t come home after school. The authorities were called, and a description of the young man was given to the media. Police searched wooded areas around the school […]
This dog is going to drive me to drink. Husband sent me a text message when he got home from work: “Dog was sick.” Dandy. We know he’s a delicate flower, and he has occasionally had tummy troubles, especially when he’s hungry. I thought we’d gotten it all sorted out […]
Welcome to the future online home of Kristine Bryant’s writing portfolio.
KMBryant 